Angel Eyes Page #9

CATCH:

You think you deserve coffee?

SHARON:

What else did you bring? Food?

CATCH:

(opening the bag)

You definitely don’t deserve food.

I’ve got coffee, sugar, sweetener,

non-dairy...

SHARON:

Just black. Black. Thanks.

She sits up. He hands her the coffee. She sips,

relishing the sip, then studies him.

SHARON:

So what kind of life did you

rearrange in order to get to

Denny’s? You never said one word

about yourself last night. What

d’you do?

CATCH:

What’s the difference?

SHARON:

What’s the difference?! You’re

standing in my bedroom. That’s

the difference. Who are you?

(CONTINUED)

48.

CONTINUED:

CATCH:

Somebody who keeps appointments.

SHARON:

You’re ducking. Don’t duck.

(then a thought)

Oh, sh*t --you’re married, right?

Convinced --she picks up one of the throw pillows from

the bed and tosses it at him.

CATCH:

I’m not.

SHARON:

I don’t believe you.

CATCH:

You don’t believe me? Give me

back the coffee.

SHARON:

No.

CATCH:

Give me the coffee.

She hands him the coffee. He hits her with the pillow

and hands her back the coffee. He has made her smile,

but she continues, half teasing now.

SHARON:

Oh, God. Oh, wait --you’re

involved in some criminal

activity, aren’t you? Great -That’s

all I need.

CATCH:

My name is Catch Lambert. I don’t

work. I don’t commit any crimes.

I like being with you. We can

start from here --from now.

SHARON:

Bullshit. I’m... I let you in

here. I’m not going to be some

fool. I need the details.

CATCH:

And I need to start from here.

SHARON:

That’s ridiculous. Why?

(CONTINUED)

49.

CONTINUED:

CATCH:

That’s the way it is.

SHARON:

Oh. Your rules.

CATCH:

My rules.

SHARON:

Jesus. Okay. Fine. I don’t

really want to know you anyway.

Goodbye.

He is conflicted --but he won’t relent. He walks to the

door. She stares, waiting. But he never turns around.

He walks out. She is mystified, exasperated. She hears

her FRONT DOOR CLOSE. She puts the coffee on her bed

table --and finds herself staring at that damn rose.

She suddenly gets up and begins to dress hurriedly -with

a plan.

EXT. BOULEVARD -DAY

Sharon is driving, speeding a bit, getting to Catch’s

building ahead of him.

EXT. CATCH’S BUILDING -DAY

He approaches his apartment building, unlocks the front

door, walks in the entrance area. Now we see, across the

street, Sharon exit her car and follow him.

EXT. BUILDING -DAY

The front door has locked automatically. Outside there

is a panel of buzzers and apartment numbers. Sharon hits

all the buttons. Somebody BUZZES her in.

INT. LOBBY -DAY

Sharon enters, looks at the elevators. It’s not moving.

She goes to the stairs, listens, hears him TRUDGING UP

the stairway. She follows silently.

INT. HALLWAY -DAY

As Catch reaches his apartment door, unlocks it, opens it

and walks in.

50.

INT. CATCH’S APARTMENT -DAY

Before he can close the DOOR behind him, it BANGS open

wider, startling him --and Sharon is in the doorway,

staring hard at him.

SHARON:

(sarcastic)

Can I come in?

She walks in and closes the door and starts looking

around as he says...

CATCH:

Yeah. Sure. Come in.

Despite his recent "decorating" the apartment is still

nearly empty. No books, magazines, photographs, no

clutter of life. She glances into the equally sterile

kitchen.

SHARON:

You live here? Nobody lives here.

This place is some kind of front,

a scam, a drop --or what?

CATCH:

This is what you told me about -right?

SHARON:

What?

CATCH:

Your interrogation. Do I need a

lawyer?

He has made her look at herself, and take a breath.

SHARON:

I just don’t want to be jerked

around.

CATCH:

I’m not.

SHARON:

Then tell me straight out. Who

are you?

He is silent, and she starts to leave. Moment of truth.

CATCH:

What is it you’re looking for?

(CONTINUED)

51.

CONTINUED:

SHARON:

Your life. I don’t want any

surprises.

CATCH:

This is it. I sleep here. I walk

around town. That’s all of it.

SHARON:

That’s all of it?

CATCH:

Yeah. Except for you --the way I

feel about you.

SHARON:

Which is?

CATCH:

Surprising. I thought it was

impossible. I thought I was...

SHARON:

You thought you were what? Gay?

CATCH:

Dead. In a way.

SHARON:

I’m supposed to understand that?

CATCH:

No. Did you ever wonder what

’scratch’ meant, when people say,

’we’ll start from scratch’? This

is scratch. We can start from

here.

She looks at him, looks at his empty place, his non-life,

and back at him again.

SHARON:

I don’t know. I just don’t know.

She breaks off the stare and heads for the door. He

watches her go.

EXT. UPSCALE NEIGHBORHOOD -DAY (SAME DAY)

As Catch charges up the stairs to the wide porch of Mrs.

Chu’s well-kept home, carrying a grocery bag, head full

of his thoughts.

52.

INT. MRS. CHU’S HOME -DAY

As Catch enters. She is watching TV. He does glance

into the living room briefly to throw her a quick hello

smile, before moving to the kitchen. She SNAPS OFF the

TV and begins turning the photos face down as she sends

her voice to the kitchen.

ELANORA:

I remember that. That was a

smile.

INT. KITCHEN -DAY

He is putting groceries away as she rolls into the room.

He doesn’t look at her, tries to be casual, but his

thoughts are bubbling out.

CATCH:

You know the cop --the woman cop?

She... visited me.

Mrs. Chu registers surprise at this, but keeps it covered

and casual.

ELANORA:

Oh? Where did she sit?

CATCH:

I have a chair now.

ELANORA:

You’re... seeing her?

He darkens a bit as he works.

CATCH:

She has a lot of questions. She

wants to know everything.

ELANORA:

Of course she does. Everybody

does.

CATCH:

We could start from today. What’s

so wrong with that?

ELANORA:

Tell her.

The can in Catch’s hand bangs on the cupboard, and he

stops, suddenly uptight.

(CONTINUED)

53.

CONTINUED:

CATCH:

Tell her what?

Mrs. Chu comes closer.

ELANORA:

Tell her, Catch. Tell somebody.

It’s been almost two years.

CATCH:

(a warning)

Nora...

ELANORA:

Every time I tell somebody, it

gets a little bit easier. I’m not

saying it goes...

His next warning is tough and absolute.

CATCH:

Nora!

She is silenced. The moment hangs. She rolls her chair

to him, takes a box of cookies out of his hand, opens the

box and eats one, defusing the moment.

ELANORA:

She nice?

He starts to work again.

CATCH:

She’s tough.

ELANORA:

She pretty?

CATCH:

That doesn’t matter.

ELANORA:

(smiles)

She is pretty.

CATCH:

She’s sort of pissed-off at me.

ELANORA:

Apologize.

CATCH:

For what?

(CONTINUED)

54.

CONTINUED:

ELANORA:

It doesn’t matter. We like it

when men apologize.

He stares at her a while.

CATCH:

I’m sorry I yelled at you.

She smiles and hands him the box.

ELANORA:

Have a cookie. See?

INT. POLICE REPORT ROOM -NIGHT

Sharon is typing at the computer, dark and dogged in her

work. Lieutenant Sanderman is watching her through the

glass wall of the watch commander’s office. He comes out

of the office and moves to where Sharon is typing.

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